Today is my wedding anniversary. Ok, our wedding anniversary. I guess I can’t really be married to myself. Seven years ago today, I put on a poofy dress, and Mark wore a tux and we said “I dooooo”. It was a loverly day and I am glad to have found Mark.
We met when I was working in Student Services in the Department of Computing Science while Mark was working on his PhD. We met when he asked me if his socks matched (they sorta’ did). Eventually I had to get really drunk and tell him I liked him, because hinting at it, and hanging around him while playing pool, and walking home with him, and making goo-goo eyes at him didn’t work. He may have been working on his Doctorate, but dude, it wasn’t in romance. Thankfully he liked me too.

And August 21st was my two-year blogiversary! Feel free to send presents.

The pool is a regular lane pool, there is no wading or warm pool. The other tot, who is about 13 months has no problem with the temperature. I think Charlotte is cold because she is so wee. I will try again tomorrow and see.
But check out the new skirt I got in the mail today:

from Blackbird Fashion

I enrolled Charlotte and I in Aqua Tots. (cue music, where Mark makes like Jethro Tull) It is about 20 minutes a day, Monday to Thursday at around suppertime for 2 weeks. I am sure Charlotte will have fun in the water and it is good to expose her to swimming at an early age right?
Fuck all that, I have to get into a swimsuit. I haven’t been thin in a long time, but I am nowhere near Thintown now. I might have to bring a paper bag to breathe into in the changing room while I pull on my new swim togs. I got swim shorts to minimize the shaving and the inner thigh trauma, but. But people will see me without pants on. Without sleeves. IN THE CLINGY CLINGY WATER. You just know there is going to be one yoga going to, step aerobics bitch that was back into her size 6 jeans like 2 weeks after giving birth. Lets just hope her kid is named “Tree-Anne” or something and thankfully, my baby will be cuter. I am hoping that people are distracted from my gut by Charlotte’s beauty and charm.
I have officially stopped all pumping of breast milk, so Charlotte is now getting nothing but formula (not poison, I know) and the other foods we are slowing introducing. I feel quite sad about it still. It has only been five days. Adrian, suggested to me that part of my sadness about the whole breastfeeding issue might be connected to my being adopted, and I think he is correct. Sorry to bring the room down. My point with this is that my boobs are hopefully going to get back to a more reasonable, yet still unreasonable size. I hope I don’t knock anyone out in the pool tomorrow.
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I ordered a book about feeding your baby and toddler recently from Amazon.co.uk. Those wacky brits. I ordered it at the same time I ordered Mimi Smartypants’ book (which is fucking brilliant, go buy it even if you have read her every day forever). Anyhow, the British baby food book kept referring to feeding babies “swede”. “Swede is a good first vegetable, get on with the swede feeding, etc etc”. I am all “what the fuck is a swede?”. I kept forgetting to ask Mark, figuring he might know since his mum is from Liverpool. I am usually reading said book during insomniac attacks when Mark is snoring and I don’t remember to ask him when I am awake. Anyhow, last night I finally crack open the Oxford dictionary to find out that a swede is a turnip. I tell Mark (since he didn’t know either) and he says; “Për Lündberg, please report for processing. Leave your pants at your work station!!”. I was trying to think of some other typically Swedish person’s name, but kept getting stuck on IKEA furniture pieces. All I knew is that the person’s name must have an “Ø” in it. I love those Øs. It was funny to us anyhöw. And does anyone else think that turnips taste like a fart might?
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We went to the Zoo on Saturday for my niece’s birthday. Mark got some good photos of monkeys touching their bums for Charlotte’s baby book. We also got to touch a snake, an armadillo, and a chicken (?). It was really fun to have a special tour guide take us around. I am just looking at some photos from yesterday and seeing all the animals in their cages is making me sad. We had a great time, but I am sorta’ of two minds about zoos. Anyhow, best not to think about it tonight.

Here is a sad monkey. Although we did give him “monkey popsicles”, which he seemed happy about.

ok, the goat seemed happy enough

Mother goose, the mushrooms and I were happy enough

Charlotte was happy most of the time too

OK, I had to share this photo with you.

It was taken by blog-friend and now real-life-friend Miranda. We had a little session on Thursday night and she posted this one on her website. IF you live in or near Edmonton, she is your woman. This is her (and her husband’s) portfolio website.
Tomorrow (well today I guess), we are going to the zoo for my niece

Is still remarkably bigger than my right.
Ok people, comments are now fixed. I am still tweaking things to be how I like them. Neil, who designed this template is helping me. Neil is lovely. For now to see any comments, you have to pretend to post one.
Go and be successful with it.

ok, comments are dead for now. Any MT guru wanna help me figure out why? I am not above bribes, as long as I don’t have to have any sex.
email me at: jennifer@jennui.com (or my personal email if you know me and know it) ok, archives aren’t working properly either. Look, i will find someone to have sex with you, just please help meee.
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Since no one commented on my pink pussy (google, I am cheering for you) and my last posted picture looked like gay porn, I decided to change again. Not that attempting creativity at 4:06AM is ever wise.
I have taken a sleeping pill, hours ago. I was all relaxed, read a book, and then lay (lied?) there thinking about what types of baby food I should make and I hope I am doing this all right and I hope she gets enough IRON, because IRON HELPS US PLAY! I also thought about a million other things I won’t bore you with.
Today I at least got out of my nightgown and washed. And ate. A step forward from yesterday. I even got my hair cut at Great Clips for 13.50. THIRTEEN DOLLAR AND FIFTY CENTS for a hair cut. A decent one. That

Bangkok
Yes, you are still here on jennui, despite all the pink pussy (go google go!). I am tweaking and getting help from some lovely people. It will be all shiny and new (like a virgin), soon.

Gotta love that Six Feet Under tonight eh?
The HOT GAY SEX helped distract me from my funk. And to help you, here are some photos:

The solid food is a comin’ baby

you’re lookin’ at my big bald head aren’t you?

but dude, its shake n’ go!


touch my monkey, LOVE HIM!


Charlotte is trying out for Amish in the City

Perhaps I shouldn’t attempt a blog entry after midnight on a Saturday when I have been feeling under the weather all day. I had a migraine for most of the day for the first time since I was pregnant. My tummy was funky, and people, I feel depressed. Anxiety is my regular modus operandi. Tense, nervous, uptight, jittery, panicky, irritable, and well, anxious. Because I am a woman, I am tempted to blame some of this on hormones. I am still pumping breast milk, but only once a day now. I don’t have the most normal of endocrine systems, so you never know how depression may crop up.
I am still having a lot of trouble getting to sleep at night. Last night I even took a sleeping pill, went to bed early, did some progressive relaxation, the whole thing. But I was still up late. Then today with the headache. My mind is like a gerbil on those little wheels, running running running. I could tell you a thousand things I think about when I am in bed “trying to sleep”. “What is in the freezer that I should be cooking or throwing out”, “Maybe I should start making some cat food for Benoit from scratch since he seems to like people food so much and his regular cat food makes him hurl”, “I need to get the last of those late thank-you note out”, “If I quit my job, what kind of letter would I write, let me compose it in my head…